Lil Skydie - Chop the brain lyrics

{Intro} Neilaworld Bugz on the beat {Chorus: Yung Bans} Yeah, chop the brain, huh, huh I just pulled up in his hood and chopped the brain, huh, yeah If a ni**a try the gang, chop his brain No, me and you, no, you and I, we not the same I walk around, I'm screaming, "Money ain't a thing" Just spent a half a hundred thousand, Johnny Dang He in a Swisher, they gon' smoke him like a strain Don't talk to pillows, we just go against the grain {Verse 1: Yung Bans} Slime ni**a, RA chop, chop block Bright red Ferrari, California, drip like hot sauce Every day a ni**a pray they knock my opps off ni**as steady goin' ape, then I'm going hard Hey, push up in that Wraith and I bet she stop She gon' {?} my place if I break her heart I just bought a new estate, feel like Tony Stark All these sticks up in my place, I could start a war {Chorus: Yung Bans & Lil Skydie} I just pulled up in his hood and chopped the brain, huh, yeah If a ni**a try the gang, chop his brain No, me and you, no, you and I, we not the same I walk around, I'm screaming, "Money ain't a thing" Just spent a half a hundred thousand, Johnny Dang He in a Swisher, they gon' smoke him like a strain Don't talk to pillows, we just go against the grain Let's go, skrrt {Verse 2: Lil Skydie} We chopped his brain (his brain) We chopped him lame (him lame) I just fu*ked that b*tch (that b*tch) Let’s fu*k her again (Damn) He cappin' a lot (a lot) Hit 'em wit that cain (cain caian) He played with us (he played us) And died slain (slain slain) They hating on me, that’s weird, I don’t give a fu*k b*tch She smokin' on me, on dick, i ain’t smokin' no sh*t Ma-My choppa on me, Yung bans and tracy on weed Ra-Ra-Ridin' in a 'Rari i just got a need for speed {Verse 3: Lil Tracy} Okay, ridin' in a 'Rari (In a 'Rari) I just fu*ked this ni**a's b*tch, my bad I'm sorry (My bad I'm sorry) Then he went and took her back, boy, you so sorry (Boy, you so sorry) I just spent like eighty racks right at the Barney's (Yeah, yeah) Fresh to death, I'm rocking Hermes in the grave (In the grave) I don't care about my ex, I act like I don't know her name (Know her name) CCs on my neck, got Chanel right on the chain (Right on the chain) Oh my God, I'm blessed, got crosses tatted on my face (Okay) She ain't wanna do whatever I wanna do I got her su*kin' on my dick right in the living room (In the living room) Said, she ain't wanna do whatever I wanna do (I wanna do) She might, su*k on my dick while I'm in the booth (Okay, okay) I got hoes that don't speak English, we can't even talk (We can't even talk) I been grinding for a minute, call me Tracy Hawk (Yeah, yeah) All these rocks inside my watch, it got these ni**as salt (Okay) I been splurging out at Saks, don't care what it cost (Okay) 00 edit video